This voice was too familiar, yet too strange. He used to hear it often, but he hadn't heard it for several years. Old Qingniu felt that the world around him had suddenly become blank. The sounds and colors of all things were getting farther and farther away from him, as if they were separated by another world.

He turned around and saw a Taoist priest in a blue Taoist robe.

The teacher in the world took off the black robe he had worn for sixty years.

Representing the mundane world, the man placed his Kunlun jade crown aside. He put on his old blue Taoist robe again, as if picking up the past again, but he was still gray-haired and had many wrinkles on his face and hands.

Only that pair of eyes were still clear and gentle, making Old Qingniu feel in a trance that the person standing in front of him was the young man from that year. But the feeling at that moment was like a flow of white light, the white feeling dissipated, all things in the world rushed into his sight, and he saw that it was still the old man.

The Master's breath became weaker and weaker, almost as if he was dying.

He was just a mortal who was cold in the house, so he walked out to bask in the warm sun and warm his body. Old Green Ox looked at him and felt an indescribable majestic aura in the aura that seemed to have transformed into an old mortal, like an abyss, a river or sea, and a mountain range.

The abyss is endless, the rivers and seas reverse their course, and the mountains collapse.

A majestic and immeasurable spectacle.

It seems to be so!

At the moment before this surging and endless energy erupted, he didn't know when it would collapse, but he only knew that this collapse would inevitably bring about huge waves. The old blue bull's eyes couldn't help but twitch. He looked at Qi Wuhuo, then looked at the sky, and subconsciously blurted out:

"Wuhuo, are you going to solve the catastrophe?!"

"The calamity of man... The calamity of man should also be resolved by man. This is inevitable, but not now." The old Taoist smiled. He looked ahead with clear and peaceful eyes, and said, "I still have some things to deal with."

"What's the problem?"

"Some friends are coming."

The white-haired old Taoist replied, "I gave them sixty years to think clearly about one thing, to think clearly about their obsessions and turn back, but they finally chose to come in. From the perspective of cause and effect, this is the cause I planted sixty years ago, and I should reap the fruit now, more than sixty years later."

He brushed his sleeves, stood up with his hands on his knees, carrying the fate and calamity of the human world for decades. His body seemed to have been corroded by the backlash of humanity and seemed unable to bear the burden. He seemed to be very old and his steps were slow.

Qi Wuhuo's cultivation seems to be very low.

The realm seems to be extremely high.

There are still the Five Qi, the heaven, earth, man, gods and ghosts flowing and changing in his body. These Five Qi have already transformed before, and all of them have climbed to the highest level of supreme perfection. Over the years, the Taoist has not taken the initiative to promote the circulation and combination of these Five Qi, but just let them change naturally in his body.

These five Qi flow in this body.

When you sit still, the energy has already accumulated to the limit.

There is even a level that is faintly beyond the perfect Qi. If the practitioners are compared to containers, Qi Wuhuo is now like a container that contains water and Qi that exceeds his own limit. When it is not moving, the water can barely maintain stability, but now, it is just moving slightly.

The Qi has gone out of control!

When the qi is full, it overflows.

But the Taoist realm is too high.

The overflowing Qi was still changing in the body, flowing between inside and outside, lingering in the traces of heaven and man. There was obviously no strange phenomenon like wind and thunder around, and everything was still natural. However, Old Green Ox didn't know why, but he felt as if the sky of that world was about to collapse and press down on him.

Everything is vast and the sky and earth are low!

It was as if the world became narrow and cramped. The Taoist stood there, and all things in nature surrounded him peacefully. His head was touching the sky, his feet were on the earth, and his body was straddling the three realms of man, god, and ghost. The underworld and the mortal world were entwined around his body, making this Taoist more prominent.

But if you look closely again, it's just an ordinary person standing in the human world.

He seems like an old Taoist who can no longer walk!

What kind of realm is this? !

What kind of person is this? !

Old Green Ox watched the real and illusory images constantly interweaving in front of him, and could not help but be deeply immersed in them. Unconsciously, his face had turned pale and cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He saw the white-haired Taoist priest take a few steps forward again, and the aura around him became more majestic.

The breath of qi rises above the sky.

It gradually transformed into purple air, which was looming and extraordinarily luxurious.

Old Qingniu saw that the Taoist in front of him was at a very high level and had a very rich foundation. He was born to respond to the times and acted in response to the disaster. He took a single step forward with a majestic aura that shook the world. However, he had suffered some damage along the way. He had seen the Supreme Lord preaching and had watched the ancient heroes. He had extraordinary eyesight. At this moment, he was blessed and said:

"Wuhuo, where are you going?"

The white-haired old man turned slightly and looked back, with a calm look in his eyes, as if he was waiting for Old Qingniu to speak.

The old blue ox said, "I'll take you there!"

He took a few steps forward and transformed himself into an extremely handsome and tall green bull with a furry coat that could withstand wind and thunder. Its two horns pointed to the sky like two spears. Its four hooves were as black as ink jade and its eyes were bright. He immediately pulsed his feet, walked forward and bent down.

The white-haired old man said gently, "Thank you, Uncle Niu."

He stood up and sat on the old blue ox's back.

boom!!!

The old green ox's body suddenly sank downwards, and in an instant, an incomparable weight seemed to press down on it. The old green ox's face became solemn, and his pupils contracted. At that moment, he almost felt that the world had collapsed and turned dark. The white-haired old man, who seemed to have reached the end of his life, seemed to be countless times heavier than Mount Tai, Mount Kunlun, and Mount Xumi combined!

He seemed to-

Carrying the whole world!

The old green ox, who had been practicing cultivation since the ancient times and following the Taoist Taishang, had taken countless elixirs and drunk countless cups of immortal peach wine over the years, felt that his cultivation at the peak of the True Lord was just empty.

Not even one person can carry it!

My legs are shaking!

The white-haired old man seemed to notice the difficulty of the old blue ox. He lowered his eyes and said gently, "Is it very heavy? If it is too heavy, do you want me to get off and walk by myself?"

"No, it's okay."

The old green ox's legs were trembling, but he gritted his teeth and held on. He didn't know why, but after so many years of cultivation, he was almost a True Lord in the ancient times. However, until now, after several kalpas and countless years, his cultivation had not improved at all. But at this moment, he felt a mysterious response.

Opportunity!

Unparalleled, perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

It’s here!

There was a burning look in the old green ox's eyes as he carried the old Taoist on his back and walked through this world step by step.

…

Ximen Da Chong, with white hair on his temples, was talking about his understanding of the Tao. Surrounded by a dozen young people, they all looked serious and listened with fascination. After all, the Ximen Da Chong in front of them was one of the masters of the Legalists. Of course, he was not a great figure and did not have any extraordinary talent.

When I was young, I practiced diligently and caught up with the good time when the Master was preaching. I worked hard and achieved something, breaking through to the innate Qi. Then I got to know my childhood sweetheart, got married, had children, and grew old together. This is already an extremely happy and fulfilling life.

The realm of a higher level, hindered by one's own talent and the wrong paths one has taken, is ultimately out of reach, like a flower in the mirror or a moon in the water. Ximen Dachong is now over sixty years old. He is no longer a young and naive boy, nor is he a spirited young man. In this era, the maximum lifespan is 120 years, which can be considered to be close to the state of an elderly person.

His hair and beard have turned gray.

Here the Word is preached to the young people, the basics are taught, just as it was before.

He had a calm expression and was serious, so these young disciples were actually a little in awe of him. However, today, when Ximen Da Chong was explaining the Tao in a very profound and subtle way, he suddenly heard bursts of shouting on the road not far away.

At first I could ignore it, but the sound never stopped.

Keeps coming.

Ximen Dachong frowned slightly and said to the disciple who was listening to him, "Let's go and see. How can the Nine Monuments, a quiet place, be so noisy? Let's persuade them first."

"yes."

The disciple bowed and went to see.

Ximen Dachong continued his story.

But after a while, the disciple's eyes lit up and he rushed over, shouting. He couldn't control the joy on his face. Ximen Da Chong scolded him, saying, "You are a person who follows the way of the Legalists. Everything in the world should be governed by laws. Why do you act like this?!"

The disciple gasped for breath. In the past, when facing the teacher's scolding, he would have turned pale and dared not refute. But at this moment, his eyes lit up and he said, "Master, Master!"

Ximen Dachong said, "I'm here."

"No, I'm not referring to you, Master Ximen!"

The disciple took a deep breath and then stood up.

He turned around, bowed deeply in the direction of the nine stone tablets, and said, "It's that Master."

Snap!

The disciples around heard a chaotic noise, as if something had fallen to the ground. They turned around and saw that their teacher's jade slip had fallen to the ground. Ximen Dachong, who was sixty years old and had white hair, rushed forward like he did in his youth, with the white hair on his temples flying up, pushing away the crowd in front of him.

His eyes widened, his heart beat rapidly, he took one step forward and walked quickly forward. In a trance, he seemed to be back in his youth, back to the day when he walked through the deserted streets and saw the moat flowing slowly in a remote part of the capital. One by one, the river lanterns floated on the river, as if reaching up to the sky.

That night when he was young always appeared in his dreams.

He finally pushed through the crowd in front of him, just like the time he turned around when he was young.

The wind of his youth blew on his face, and the sounds around him seemed to have left him.

Seeing the Master, the huge and handsome green ox walked step by step on the road.

The master who was once full of vigor and vitality has grown old, with white hair falling down and tied up with a wooden hairpin, and a gentle expression. Ximen Da Chong looked at the old man's white hair, his eyes blank. It was then that he realized that in his eyes and in the eyes of all the philosophers, the master had never grown old.

He will always be wearing a jade crown and black hair, looking handsome and youthful under the stone tablet.

Always ahead of them, guiding the way.

It turns out that the Master has become this old.

It turned out that the figure that once cleared the way ahead and sheltered us from the wind and rain had become so old and weak, and was about to leave.

Ximen Dachong was stunned for a long time, suppressing the sadness surging in his heart, bowed and said softly:

"Master."

The sound was slight, but it was like a huge wave.

Because it's not just one person.

The wind blew through the world. On both sides of this road, there were people like Ximen Dachong, white-haired old men. The disciples saluted the teachers who were either majestic or fierce. They saw a look of sadness and reverence on the teachers' faces. They looked at the old figures.

This is the Master’s Master.

There are people on both sides of the road greeting each other.

Silent and speechless.

They raised their heads and looked at the old man's back, and suddenly they had a strange feeling.

This might be the last time they saw the Master.

Master, that dragon-like and god-like man will eventually leave.

Ximen Dachong said subconsciously: "Master!"

The green ox stopped and the old man lowered his eyes.

Everything in the world was at a standstill, not a single sound was heard.

Ximen Dachong asked, "Master, can we still listen to your sermon?"

At this moment, he seemed to be the young man he was back then, with longing in his eyes, and in front of him, it seemed that the master, who was as handsome as jade, was still there that night when the stars rang in the world.

The old man smiled gently and replied:

"There will be one time."

There is one last time.

Ximen Da Chong felt mixed emotions, but in the end, the joy of still being able to hear the great truth was swallowed up by incomparable sadness. Qing Niu walked forward and met Ming Xin, a Taoist priest who came out of the imperial palace. It seemed like cause and effect, or fate, that he came from this place and the old man came from the other end, and they met at the end of the road, just right.

Mingxin raised his head, looked at the old man, and said, "Uncle Master..."

The old man looked at the grieving younger generation and said gently, "Come with me."

"yes."

Taoist Mingxin, who had experienced the great pain of losing his best friend, bowed gently and stood aside, pulling the green ox. The handsome man [Yin] stared at the old Taoist. At this time, his forehead was throbbing and he felt a slight pain, as if pictures were about to emerge from his mind.

This is……?!!

[Yin] held his forehead and groaned in pain. Then he understood and stared at the old man.

He seemed to sense some opportunity, so he subconsciously took a step forward and followed the old man.

The blue ox walked steadily away from the human world. Ximen Dachong could not contain his grief. He took half a step forward, then finally stopped, shook his sleeves, bowed deeply, and said, "Farewell, Master!"

The people who had witnessed this sixty-year period bowed naturally, and then the disciples started to speak together, saying those three words, as if the entire world was bidding farewell to the old man who brought this sixty-year legend, saying -

"Send the Master!"

This is the farewell in this world.

The old man had white hair and did not look back.

The blue ox moved faster and faster until it finally left the capital.

Outside the Great Wall——

Sixteen Buddhas knocked on the gate one after another and broke through it. Without any obstruction, no one here could resist the Buddha. The power of these sixteen Buddhas was extremely powerful and vast. Now there were two ways. One was to escape into the human world from a remote and secluded place, and the other choice was naturally to take the main road and go in upright.

[Namo Shanle Zizaiyin Guangming Tathagata] said: "We were humiliated outside the pass before, now it is time to go through the pass! Walk into the human world with dignity to announce the arrival of our Buddha!"

"This pass was originally guarded by tens of thousands of brave soldiers, but now they are all gone. The mighty King Li Zhai is also gone. Who else can stop us?"

"Dharma is spreading among the human world, who can stop it?!"

"Who can defeat me?!"

"This pass is majestic and unique. It is named because it is in a valley and is as deep and dangerous as a box. From Mount Xiao in the east to Tongjin in the west, it is called Hangu Pass. It is known as a natural barrier and is called Hangu Pass!"

Sixteen Buddhas are coming to knock on the gate!

The arrogance is like a rainbow, and the Buddha's light is revealed.

The gate of Hangu Pass was broken, and it was as narrow as a dragon. There was no sight of weapons on the road ahead, but there was a slight pause. A faint sound of bells was heard coming along with the wind. The footsteps of the Buddhas who had previously broken through the gate and entered the country with unparalleled majesty paused for some reason, and the Buddha's light that almost filled the entire world suddenly froze.

Can't move forward even half an inch.

So all the Buddhas were shocked, and all the Buddhas looked down.

The sound of the bells gradually approached.

At the end of their sight, they saw a green ox with an old Taoist sitting on its back.

Just like that, all Buddha's light stops.